A/N: OKAY! Now before you review me saying, "Hey! You already have this story up, you just changed the name!" Read this note!
Yes, you are right. BUT I needed to change this. In case you read the author's note on the first one, Lost, then you will understand.
NOW, this is my idea! I am going to put up my original plan, that will NOT involve Trisia, or animals that really aren't in the Amazon. I went and looked up Amazon animals, so those will be correct. No sappy scenes between the characters, and more Hurt/Comfort, due to what goes on with Murdock.
These first two or three chapters will be taken from the first story, but after the storm B.A. notes about at the end of Chapter 5 in Lost, is where things will change. It will only be the four of them, and a sick Murdock.
PLEASE let me know what you think! I'm trying to save a story, and this seemed like a good idea. And thank you InsideYourDreams24 for suggesting a new story.
Disclaimer: I do not own the A-Team or the Amazon
"This is worse than Mexico!" B.A. Baracus was screaming up to the front of the plane. Hannibal Smith turned to look back at the big man and pointed his cigar accusingly at him.
"Aren't you supposed to be knocked out?"
Faceman Peck snorted and H.M. Murdock shuddered, knowing if B.A. got out of his restraints, he'd come right for him without hesitation.
"I was! Until this crazy fool woke me! What's going on?" B.A. fought hard against the restraints and Hannibal completely turned around in his seat.
"If you must know, we are in a situation-"
"-I'm going to KILL you Murdock!"
Face sighed and also looked back to B.A.. "Killing our pilot is not going to help us any."
"Agreed." Murdock nodded, keeping his eyes trained on the cloud lining.
Hannibal momentarily looked away from B.A. at the sound of Murdock's strained voice. "Are you sure you've got this under control, Captain?"
Murdock glanced back at him with an offended look. "You're serious?"
Face punched Murdock's arm from the co-pilot's seat. "Keep your eyes on the sky!"
"You are going to be pounded to death when I get out of these, fool!" B.A. threatened up to Murdock.
To Face and Hannibal's utter surprise, Murdock turned his torso back towards B.A. and argued back. "You're not helping my concentration any! Just please-"
"-you can't concentrate! Just land this plane before I make you!"
Murdock suddenly jerked back, holding his left hand. "Ouch!"
Face grabbed the steering control as Murdock's elbow turned it to the side sharply. "What?"
"Billy clawed me!" Murdock cried out, showing them his undamaged hand. B.A. let out a baby-like whine. "THERE IS NO DOG!"
"Is to!"
"SHUT UP!" Face cut through, trying to steer the plane. "Murdock, take this thing right now and land us!"
Murdock slowly obeyed, turning with an angered look on his face.
Hannibal sighed and moved to look out the window more clearly and blinked when he saw the land that was approaching. "Um...Captain?"
Murdock nodded violently. "I know."
A sudden explosion was heard, coming from middle of the plane. "I think that was one of the engines." Face reported, trying to look out his window at the wing behind them. B.A. began thrashing harder and Murdock's hands danced over the controls faster than Hannibal had seen before. An alarm went off right by Face's right arm and he immediately turned on it. "Colonel...there's an overheating in the remaining engine. It's sending circuit sparks up to the main controls..." Face's voice began to shake as his words faded, but the others all got the message.
"If this cockpit get's to many sparks, and they can't get released elsewhere...pressure will build up and..." Hannibal stopped when Murdock turned around to look him right in the eye.
"Boss, I'm sorry." He said, his voice cracking.
"Murdock, don't say-" Hannibal began, but Murdock shook his head.
"I'm sorry."
Right after his words, Face's eyes widened and he tried to yell out but before he could, the controls right in front of the two exploded and Hannibal felt himself and B.A. being thrown backwards, down the aisle of the plane. Opening his eyes, Hannibal saw Face diving from the cockpit and when he re-closed his eyes, he felt a heavy weight crash down on top of him. Murdock rolled over on Hannibal and moaned. Face crawled down the aisle to where B.A. was releasing himself from the restraints.
"We're going down." He whispered in a hoarse voice to the others.
The plane went spiraling down towards the trees of the Amazon Jungle, the jungle growing closer and closer.
"Brace yourselves!" Face shouted, grabbed the seat nearest him.
Hannibal felt Murdock sliding off of him and knew he was barely conscious. Grabbing Murdock's thin frame, Hannibal grabbed a seat with his free arm and pulled himself into a sitting position.
The landing was extremely rough and they all were tossed back down the aisle. Once everything had stilled and calmed down, Face lifted his head and found himself staring into a fuzzy cockpit with smoke billowing out from the controls.
"Oh God." He whispered, shaking his head to clear his vision.
Beside him, B.A. grumbled a string of curses and looked up into the fire like Face.
"Let's look on the bright side." Hannibal's voice came from behind them. "The military will have a pretty difficult time finding us now."
They both turned around to look at the Colonel. He was flat on his back with Murdock at his side, on his stomach.
"Colonel, are you okay?" Face asked, wincing at his scratchy voice.
Hannibal grinned and nodded. "I think so."
B.A. used his chin to indicate Murdock. "How about that crazy fool?"
Face looked over at Murdock and gasped. "Oh my God."
Hannibal's grin disappeared as he rolled Murdock onto his back. His shirt was blackened and his face was slightly burned. "Oh God, oh no." Face was muttering, holding his head in his hands as Hannibal sat up.
"Let's make sure his chest isn't burned." Hannibal was saying as he grabbed the bottom of Murdock's tee-shirt and gently, slowly, edged up along his stomach.
Face bent his head in, sighing with relief when he saw the undamaged skin. "He's fine. The shirt protected it. But his face..."
Hannibal released the shirt and used his index and middle fingers to turn Murdock's face towards him, carefully prodding his burned cheek. "It's not too bad. If we place a wet cloth over it for a while, it should be fine."
B.A. huffed. "You ain't a doctor, Hannibal."
Hannibal glanced up at him, but otherwise ignored him. "Faceman, get me a cloth of some kind. B.A. carry Murdock out, I'll follow up, examine the land a little."
The team moved quickly, B.A. setting Murdock down on a grassy land and Face placing a wet wad of paper towels from the small bathroom on Murdock's cheek.
They had been sitting outside the plane for about an hour when Murdock finally stirred. His hand reached up and groped the wet towels, groaning as his cheek began to throb more.
Face was suddenly by his side. "Hey, buddy. You okay?"
Murdock merely made a gurgling sound and cringed at the burning pain.
"Yeah, got a little beat up. Your shirt took a hard hitting, if it hadn't been there, you would have a serious chest burn."
Murdock opened his eyes slowly and his gaze rested on Face's disheveled figure kneeling beside him.
"Wha.." He managed to get out, looking down at his bare chest and the heap of burned clothing beside him.
"You're controls exploded. You were flung backwards into us at the end of the aisle. We're in the Amazon."
Murdock let out a hoarse sob, trying to sit up. "I failed us."
Face felt a deep sorrow for the poor guy. "No, you didn't. Don't even say that."
"But...I've never crashed a plane twice. Now we're stuck here." His eyes over-filled with tears and Face wrapped his arms around Murdock's shaking body. He allowed it and cried into Face's shoulder.
"We're going to be fine, buddy. Just hang in there." Face soothed him, rubbing his back.
Murdock suddenly reared back and stared at Face with huge eyes and a frightened expression. "Face."
"Yes?"
"Billy."
Face sighed, knowing that Murdock most likely would say his imaginary dog was dead or something. "What about Billy?"
"He's not here!" Murdock began sobbing again and much to Face's surprise, fell right into his arms and kept his arms around Face like a vice. Face hugged him back, trying to calm him, when he heard B.A. and Hannibal's voice carrying up through the shrub. They were returning back and Face needed to go help them get all the firewood back up the hill.
He tried to pry the sobbing man's arms from his neck, but Murdock refused to let go. "Hey, I gotta go help them."
"Don't leave! Please!" Murdock held on tighter, as if that was possible, and buried his face in Face's shoulder.
Face sighed and lowered himself back to a sitting position and waited for B.A. and Hannibal to appear over the hill.
When they did, Face sent them a look and they kept quiet, setting the wood down and slowly sitting a few feet away. After what felt like an hour, but was only five minutes, Murdock sniffed and lifted his face to look around at them all.
His eyes landed on Hannibal and he bit his lip. "Boss, I'm sorry."
Hannibal held his hand up, lowering his head. "Don't even say it. I don't blame you."
B.A. snorted by his side and he glared at him, shushing him.
"Do we have any food?" Face asked, watching Murdock shift around so he was facing the team but was still in Face's arms.
"I saw many animals down in the jungle. Fish, too." Hannibal set about arranging the firewood, making a small stack. "I haven't actually fished in a long time...but I'm not going to jinx us by saying it'll be easy."
Face sighed, leaning his head back against a tree and sighing. "Anything in the plane that hasn't burned?"
"Peanuts." Murdock muttered, reaching up for his hat and not feeling it. "Where's my hat?"
Hannibal chewed on the end of his cigar thoughtfully, made a humming sound, and stood, going back into the plane. He came back a few minutes later, carrying the red hat in his hands. "It fell off when you fell down the aisle. I think it's alright." He tossed it over and Murdock caught it, checking it over before snapping it onto his head.
Face sighed. "So our dinner course is going to be...peanuts?"
"Face, please don't complain. We have a more serious problem, and that's that we're stuck in the Amazon Jungle with no way out, and no way to contact anyone." Hannibal looked around, his shoulders tense as if waiting for something to come attack.
"I've got my cell." Face argued, reaching for his pocket. As he pulled it out, Hannibal was shaking his head. "Well let me know when you find service." He said, raising an eyebrow. B.A., having been quiet the whole time, threw a stick into the fire. "So we stuck here?"
"We are." Hannibal clarified.
"I blame you, Murdock." B.A. glared accusingly at the drowsy pilot, still curled up at Face's side. Murdock sighed, closing his eyes. "I couldn't stop it, the plane just started breaking down."
"Yeah, cause you were the one flying it, fool!" B.A. made a move almost like he was going to go grab Murdock up in a choke hold, but when Murdock opened his big eyes and gazed at B.A., the bigger man froze, seeing the regret and tears in his brown eyes.
Face squeezed Murdock's shoulder and Hannibal gave him a reassuring look, not wanting to hear any more apologies from the younger one. It was quiet for a while, Murdock eventually drifting off into a fitful sleep and Face's head drooped down onto Murdock's, his eyes closing. B.A. and Hannibal met eyes and stared at each other, thinking the same thing. They needed a way out.
"You get some sleep, B.A., I'll keep a watch." Hannibal had whispered a while later, the jungle already blackened. "You sure, man?" B.A. asked, trying to deny how tired he really was.
But Hannibal nodded, threatening to make that an order and B.A. shook his head, but otherwise obeyed, sinking down and closing his eyes.
It was two hours when Hannibal came back into reality, having been lost in his deep thoughts while the soft snores of his team surrounded him. He stared off into the jungle, and when his gaze drifted back to the fire, he jumped, his hand flying up to his heart.
A pair of big, brown eyes were staring at him.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He asked, almost teasingly.
"I was. Nightmare." Murdock whispered hoarsely, hugging his jacket around himself. He sat up a little, swatting at a few bugs that fly near his face and hugged his knees to his chest. It may be South America, but for some reason, it was kinda chilly, Hannibal was thinking as he watched the pilot shiver once.
"Come here." He offered, holding an arm out. Murdock hesitated, almost unsure, but slid over around the fire and settled himself under Hannibal's warm arm. Hannibal patted his shoulder, tossing a stray stick into the small fire. "Now, you must understand something, Murdock." He began in a serious tone and the pilot bit his cheek, waiting.
"I don't blame you for this an any way. And neither does Face. B.A., well...he's got his own opinions. But I don't want you taking this down too deep. I know you're upset, and I know you feel like a failure. But Murdock, you're not." Hannibal was saying, his eyes holding Murdock's as he stared up at him, still not believing him. The older man knew it was hard to convince Murdock when his mind was really set on something...kinda like Hannibal himself.
We're more alike than I thought. He thought as Murdock shifted beside him so he could sit at eye level with Hannibal.
"You don't understand. You're not a pilot like I am. Flying means the world to me, crashing is like watching the person you love more than anything die right before your eyes. You can't take it that you caused this destruction and killed them all." He was muttering, looking away from Hannibal's confused expression.
"No one's dead right now. You haven't failed us." He said again, trying to make Murdock see. Murdock shook his head, looking doubtful. Hannibal let out a soft chuckle, reaching in his jacket pocket for a cigar and lighting it against the fire. "You are stubborn, Captain."
Murdock half-smiled. "We're alike, you know. We both have one-way minds. Once we make a choice, there's no changing it."
Hannibal looked down at him, his eyebrows raised. "You read my mind."
"Kinda like...what it's like having a father, right? Like, we're your sons. You often feel like a father to us, and the three of us didn't have fathers." Murdock clarified in a questioning tone, turning his face towards Hannibal and shrugging. Hannibal smiled, nodding. "Just like that."